Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.